Weekend of relatives

a whole weekend of relatives. We attempt to relate to each-other. Family, huh? Kazoku no kaze.

Bad Apple

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" "The apple of my eye"

What about a 'Bad Apple?'

Back Door

He He, even if you sneak out the back door just so you won't have to pass me, I still know where you're going. Person whose name starts with D and ends with N. 

The Shortest Scary Story

The last man in the world. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
-by someone else(I don't know)

Heard from my Uncle Sandy.

Matryoshka

Matryoshka have been an interest to me lately(also known as Russian nesting dolls). The way they close up inside themselves reminds me of people; how they grow in empty shells just for show, while the actual part that's not hollow is the baby. Baby heart. The word is fun to say too.

Dearly Beloved

I found this and I nearly cried. Dearly Beloved. (Kyle Landry, violin and piano version, ft. Josh Chiu)

A Dearly Beloved can be anyone or anything.

Freedom Universe

Is there any such thing as true freedom? Even if you can fly, you are held back by the boundary of atmosphere to the universe. I want to get past everything.

Home and the Heart

Home truly is where the heart is. I can see that now. You can sleep in two houses, but 'home' is where your heart lies, and also where it at peace. Where you can be constant.

Autumn Sky

Thunderstorm in Autumn, makes me feel poetic. What's your favorite color of the sky?
Is it:

Amber?
Dark chocolate?
baby blue?
Night?
After Rain?
Gray overcast?
violet?
salmon?
soft pink?
desert orange?

Or something you can't define?

Head-Ache Day

Ah, a headache day. Simply getting along with other people can be difficult, can't it? Sometimes I even think it would be easier if I was some kind of anti-social hermit, living in the untouched lush mountains far, far away. I would hate the spiders, though.

Cheeks and Lips, a Gift to the Cold

I was smitten by the deep blue cheeks of Winter

And the bittersweet lips of Death.

Missing- short story

Oh, I finally finished my Horror short story that I've been slowly working on all summer. I call it 'Missing'. That's all I've been doing all day today(I skipped school). Go read it on Whatomic(my other blog) if you're interested. It's not very good, but that's just it, isn't it?

Fruit in Season

Apples. They are the fruit I always crave when Autumn arrives. Okay, let me get this straight.

Spring: strawberries
Summer: Peaches
Autumn: Apples
Winter: Oranges

I always want to eat these fruits in these seasons. And sometimes out of them.

Ame Ga Furu

real rain. Fall as fast as you can. Because..........I love you! Oh, I never ever see you here...
I shed tears so that I may see at least your relative. But they dry up in the ending summer heat.

Ah.

I'm hungry.